Right?
Self-doubt creeps into my mind and I slow as I reach the turn. But I don’t let myself stop. Not now. Not after a week of wishing I could see him just one more time.
My hands press against my stomach, holding the butterflies in, as I round the corner.
I expect to see him further down the hall, but he’s right here.
Right freaking here. Standing in front of me. Looking me straight in the eyes.
“Baby Doll.” His gravel filled voice is just as perfect as I remember.
“Axel.” I breathe out his name.
I want to say more, but I can’t think of anything that fits the magnitude of relief I feel at seeing him.
Axel takes a step towards me and I find myself stopping.
“You shouldn’t be here. Not with him.” He takes another step.
“No?” I ask, barely audible.
Axel shakes his head. “You don’t need a boy like that.”
“What do I need?”
“You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”
My retreat is subconscious – primal - but before I can take another step away, Axel grips my shoulders and steps into me, turning us until my back is pressed against the wall and his body is brushing against my front.
“I thought-” I start but cut myself off, my mind racing.
“You thought what, Maddie?” He slides a little closer, my breasts pressing into the bottom of his ribcage.
My lips roll together before I try to admit the truth, “I thought you didn’t-” I still can’t finish the statement.
Another inch closer, and my already hard nipples strain against my bra, wishing there was no fabric at all between us.
“You feel safe with me.” He says it like an accusation. “You fed me.” He leans in, our lips just an inch apart. “You made yourself come by rubbing that hot little slit all over my dick.”
My lungs forget how to pull in air as memories of that night flash through my brain. Me on my back. Axel above me. My hands trapped under his large palm. The way his hardness felt, right where I needed him most.
His breath ghosts across my lips as one of his hands slides up my arm until it’s cradling the back of my head. It’s a possessive move, but also protective, putting himself literally between me and the concrete wall at my back.
My pulse kicks up another notch and then I hear his ragged inhale before he says a sentence that wrecks me.
“You fuckinghuggedme.”
My eyes sting.
My throat feels tight.
Axel says it like me hugging him was monumental.
And my heart clenches, because it was monumental for me too.
His face turns until his lips are brushing my cheek. “And I want more. Of everything.”
He’s so imposing. Taking up all the space around me that I should feel trapped. Vulnerable.Something. But all I feel is his presence.